I dreamt of you, again
I’ve only dreamt of you 3 times since you have been missing from us
Three times in fifteen months.
It surprises me that I don’t dream of you more often.
My thoughts in every waking moment are filled with you
My dreams and subconscious take a different form.
I have started to write them down, my dreams, googling what they might mean.
This dream was so vivid, filled with so many different symbols, people and colours
I can remember even the smallest of details
You were in the first part
The second part was filled with people and moments I can’t quite begin to know why they were there, I’m not sure how everything relates.
After your dad died, if you dreamt of him, I would tell you that he was visiting, trying to tell you something.
I’m not sure if this is true, and I know not many people will follow a similar train of thought, what I do know is each time I’ve dreamt of you has come at a time where I have needed you the most.
So maybe there is something in it.
You were you again, pre cancer you, pre leg, pre chemo, pre steroids, pre nightmare.
I was so lucky
You were leaving me
It was out of the blue, I think
From what I can remember
You couldn’t give me an explanation as to why you were leaving me
Just that you were, that was that.
You were very matter of fact about it
You found the whole thing rather amusing
As you kept smiling at me
Talking to me as if this was the most reasonable thing in the world.
And I was so mad at you
Not sad, not upset, not even really shocked
That you could ever consider leaving us
That I would have to live without you.
Annoyed you wouldn’t listen to what I had to say
Mad that you kept grinning at me in such a stupid way!
Enough with the stupid grin!
The setting was strange, in separate cars in the car park of a place we know.
Other people were there, with other symbols and things happening that probably all mean something.
My dad trying to be peace keeper in the calm manner he has in reality.
Trying to reason with me as you passed me something, keys maybe, through the open car door.
Still with a stupid grin on your face.
The dream moved on with different people and happenings
And you had gone.
But it was ok, I felt ok when I woke up
Because you had been there.
You can never really leave me
Our lives entwined for so long
I have you, our memories, our love, locked in my heart.
I know it wasn’t about that
I have been thinking about the whole dream for a few days, trying to understand it all
Trying to piece each thing together.
Even though nothing in the dream suggests it, and I didn’t wake up feeling it, I have realised
I am angry.
I am angry with you.
For leaving me
For leaving us.
How ridiculous when none of this was your fault
I don’t blame you, not even for a second, you didn’t ask for any of this.
I am angry at this situation.
I am angry at people who do not realise how lucky they are
Or how hard this is.
I am angry this had to happen to you.
I am angry at time for always being against us, for moving me away from you.
I am angry at death, for coming too soon.
When we just were not ready
For taking people I love all at once
I am angry at grief.
For all the things it has stolen and how it makes me feel.
I am angry for you.
For all that you are missing out on
For the stolen years we should have had together
Growing older and greyer
For the times I knew you would love.
I am angry for the kids.
That they have to grow up without you
Their wonderful daddy
For the memories we make you should be a part of
For how hard they find it without you.
I am angry.
And I am allowing myself to say it, to acknowledge it, to feel it
For the first time since you left.
Giving it the respect it deserves
Being kind to myself so it doesn’t take over
Not letting bitterness eat me up inside
That is not the life for us you would have wanted.
I am angry.
But I know that you’re not, that you’ve made peace, that you’re ok
Because why else would you keep doing that stupid grin.